Chapter 3 - Recoveries
The four students made it back to the mansion in record time. Dr. Henry McCoy had taken the still unconscious Kurt Wagner into one of the rooms in the school's infirmary. A very nervous and worried Rogue and Evan, as well as a few stray x-kids who had heard what happened, had been asked to leave the infirmary while their teammate's injuries were attended to. Kitty found herself in one of the other many stale rooms of the med-lab sitting on a cold examination table while Jean Grey cleaned up her small cuts and scrapes.
Kitty had just spent the last ten minutes or so recounting the events of the morning to the professor so that he and Beast would know better what was needed for the injured teleporter. After she had finished the two retreated to Kurt's room and Kitty was left alone with Jean.
"Ow." Kitty flinched a little as Jean dabbed some antiseptic on a nasty cut across her forearm.
"Sorry." The redhead stated. "I'm sure he'll be fine, Kitty." She added, noticing that her young friend's attention seemed to be set on the door outside Kurt's room.
"Huh?" She turned her attention back towards Jean blushing a bit as she changed the subject. "Oh. yeah. So what about the rock slide? Was anyone else hurt?"
"Well, we just heard back from Ororo, she was able to calm down the storm and officials are saying that no one else was in the area. So, it's pretty much all under control." As Jean rambled on she noticed Kitty's look of discomfort.
"Kitty are you all right?"
"Ugh, yeah. I've just sorta felt like crap ever since we ported. I think I was just too freaked out earlier to notice." She absent-mindedly rubbed her stomach as she spoke.
"Really? What symptoms do you have? Jean perked up with interest, setting down the bandages that she had finished wrapping Kitty's arm with and began feeling Kitty's head for a temperature.
Since the young woman had graduated the year before, her and Scott had stayed on to be teachers at the institute. Jean had also started training in basic medicine with Beast, so she was all too eager to make a prognosis.
"Nothing bad, I just like, ache all over and I'm still feeling a little queasy." Kitty answered as Jean placed the thermometer in her ear.
"Well, you don't have a fever." She deducted out loud. "Honestly, it probably just has to do with the distances you teleported. I mean, a person's body isn't made to just shift from one place to another like that. I think I may even remember Kurt having mentioned that it used to bother him." Jean noticed the look of worry on her friend's face at the mention of Kurt.
"Katherine" The professor called to her as his electric wheel chair whirred in her direction from Kurt's examination room.
"Professor! Is he gonna be okay?" She asked eagerly as she hopped down from the table and ran to the professor's side.
"Kitty, please calm down." The professor spoke in his ever soft and assuring voice. "It appears that, aside from a few small cuts and scrapes, Kurt is merely suffering from extreme fatigue and dehydration." he paused to watch Kitty take in the news, and noticed her face light up at the realization of what he had said. "Dr. McCoy has given him an I.V. for the dehydration and some good sleep should cure the rest of him. He'll need to take it easy for a few days, but he'll be fine."
"Oh Professor! I'm so glad. Can I see him?" The young brunette was smiling from ear to ear.
"Dr. McCoy is actually stitching up one of the small cuts on his forehead at the moment, and he needs some time to rest. Why don't you go take a hot shower and a nap. I'm going to go inform the other students of Kurt's status, but I promise to make sure that you are the first one that gets to see him when he wakes up." The professor smiled as he finished.
"Thank you." Kitty smiled back and leaned over to give the wheelchair bound man a hug before running off.
"I sense a much stronger bond between those two." The Professor said to the other telepath in the room. Jean merely smiled and nodded in return.

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Several hours later Kurt slowly opened his eyes to find himself staring at the bright fluorescent lights on the Institute's infirmary ceiling. He laid there, his mind still fuzzy with sleep, listening to the rhythmic beep of the machine beside his bed as he worked on placing where he was. Suddenly, it hit him, the storm, the landslide, he had teleported them to the others, Kitty!
"Keety!" Kurt sat up quickly in his hospital bed looking around. Instantly regretting his decision, he grasped his throbbing head and slowly laid back down.
"Kurt! You're awake!" Kitty jumped up from the chair she had been waiting in and went to his bedside.
"Keety, are you all right?" He looked up at her, his face full of concern.
"Now that I don't need to worry about you, I am." Kitty smiled down at him. He reached up and touched the bandage on her arm with a concerned look .
"It's just a cut, probably from the fall." She shrugged it off. "You've got a pretty nasty little one on your forehead there." She reached down, tucking some of his hair behind his pointed ears as she took a good look at the stitches on his forehead. He reached up and gently felt for the tough threads that were almost hidden among his fur.
"How are you feeling fuzzy?" She asked in a soothing voice. He slowly brought his hand back down from the scar as he tried to come up with the best description for how he felt.
"I feel like I have just gone through about fifty Danger Room sessions, with Herr Logan!" Kurt said smiling. "I just feel very worn out."
"Well, the Professor says that you're just over exhausted from the strain of your power." Kitty explained.
"Zat sounds about right, my whole body feels weak, and I'm starving!" Kurt seemed none too surprised by the diagnosis, Kitty was sure that he had probably pushed his powers to the limit before.
"You know, all things considered, I'd say that's not too bad. Besides, it has an easy remedy: rest and food." Kitty commented as she helped Kurt slowly adjust his hospital bed to a sitting position. After he was upright, Kitty pointed out the small container of Jell-O that had been placed on the bedside table.
"Dr. McCoy thought you would need to start off small." Kitty explained.
"Ah man, he knows that I have an accelerated metabolism," Kurt began to protest, but before Kurt could finish groaning in complaint to the small portions of food, Kitty had grabbed a bag that had been tucked under her chair and set it on the bed in front of him.
"Lucky for you, they "accidentally" gave me four Gutbomb Burgers with my Garden Burger." She said casually with a huge grin on her face.
Kurt gaped at the bag for a moment noticing the BurgerTime logo across it. An Equally large smile spread on his face.
"Keety! You're my savior!" He dug into the bag, the aroma enticing him as he unwrapped his first burger and finished it in about three bites.
"Eeeew. Like, I know you're starving, so I'll ignore your lack of manners." Kitty playfully complained.
Kurt just shrugged his shoulders and continued chewing. He appeared much more content after swallowing the first burger and crumpling his wrapper into a ball.
"So really, how are you doing Keety? I mean if I feel like this, I can only imagine how you feel."
Kitty sat down on the end of his bed and pulled her legs up under her. "Aside from my entire body aching, and the queasy feeling in my stomach, I feel fine."
Kurt nodded. "The queasiness vill go away soon, but you'll probably be sore for a few days."
"Is this speaking from experience?" Kitty asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Vell, let's just say it's not the first time I teleported further than I probably should have." He paused as if trying to remember the event, as he dug into the bag, unwrapping the second burger. "I've had others complain that teleporting a longer distance, is not the most... pleasant experience." His words were somewhat muffled by his mouthful of food.
He swallowed and then looked her in the eyes, his seriousness catching her off guard. "I'm glad that you're okay."
"Me too." She responded softly. "So much for our relaxing weekend away." She added with a hint of sarcasm.
"Yeah, but the first part vas good." He smiled at her and his tail wrapped itself around her ankle as she smiled back.
After a few moments of comfortable silence he dug into his bag and took a big bite of his third burger.
"UCK! Vas is this?!" He made a look of disgust.
"That would be my Garden Burger." She said laughing at the look on his face. "Hand it over fuzzy."
"Gladly! How do you eat that?"
She playfully stuck her tongue out at him before taking a bite of her own sandwich.

End Chapter three

Author's notes: Okay, I know that was short, but I'm not quite done with the next section and I figured I would give you this while you wait. :0)

Raskolion Phoenix - Sorry if you thought I spoiled it! I just wanted people to know that he wasn't going to be down and out for the whole fic. ;)

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